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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR
Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020
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Sheila Lockhart Muir of Ord, Ross-shire, Scotland Sheila Lockhart is a retired social worker
and lives on the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands with her
partner and two Icelandic horses, tending her garden and writing
poetry. She is a member of Ross-shire Writers and the Moniack Mhor
writers’ group and has had work published by Northwords Now, Arachne Press, Nine
Muses Poetry, Twelve Rivers (Suffolk Poetry Society), the StAnza
Poetry Map of Scotland, The Writers’ Cafe and the Ekphrastic
Review. Poem written on 23rd March 2020 Fenceless yesterday strong men came ripped out the rotten fence that was left to sway too long gap-toothed and crumbling there was lively language splintering and slashing with heavy spades by day’s end they’d set new posts pointing to the sky dark silhouettes against its apricot opalescence left undefended for one exhilarating night our garden knew no boundaries wind roared across the lawn rabbits jigged and the old fox sleuthed back and forth with his smuggled goods the mole slipped with velvet ease through the black turned soil worms shone like jewels on every side wildness flowed all night through our dreams swept us up dizzied by absence of horizons soon after dawn the hammering resumed each time we looked a few more feet of carefully measured slats obscured the view the wilderness drew back step by step rabbits retreated to their holes and the mole deafened dug deeper down her labyrinth leaving a trail of crumbs
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